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Mademoiselle

Like Pip from Great Expectations, in love with Estelle,
As much I loved the stars from sky, and your beautiful eyes:
My good admirer from a mirror, my dear secret belle.
The wishful thoughts, and hope of a certain lovely mademoiselle:
My inner song sounds better in your secret chamber, so nice,
That the leaves of time have really nothing much to tell.
The wind may blow, sometime you know the leaves fell
Who can you see some sparks when rubbing pieces of ice?
It is a nest of singing birds, where but joy should dwell.
Like you never give anything away, that you can sell,
Some people do act with folly when use as catalyst the dice.
However, some chances are, if you come to know me well.
But, if you only grasped what you could never get well
Like a playful cat , sharpening her claws, hunting the mice
They cannot live in a cage, where somebody cast her spell.
All those are like words that go together, before a farewell;
Some play that they love, the game is a pretty device:
Because, the perfume is the same, also the secret smell.
However, after they depart, they may happily meet twice.